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Hasan demanded a place in the government, which the
Sultan granted at the Vizier's request; but discontented with a
gradual rise, he plunged into the maze of intrigue of an oriental
court, and, failing in a base attempt to supplant his benefactor, he
was           and fell.
O, Civil Fury, you alone are the cause,

In           fields sowing new wars,

Arming Pompey against Caesar there,

So that achieving the rich crown of all,

Roman grandeur, prospering everywhere,

Might tumble down in more disastrous fall.
[67] A           actor.
I keep my countenance,
I remain self-possessed
Except when a street piano, mechanical and tired
Reiterates some worn-out common song
With the smell of hyacinths across the garden
          things that other people have desired.
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form.
When the poor heart has all its joys resigned,
Why does their sad           cleave behind?
(Alcools: Le Pont Mirabeau)

Under the Mirabeau flows the Seine

And our amours

Shall I remember it again

Joy always followed after Pain

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Hand in hand rest face to face

While underneath

The bridge of our arms there races

So weary a wave of eternal gazes

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Love vanishes like the water's flow

Love vanishes

How life is slow

And how Hope lives blow by blow

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Let the hour pass the day the same

Time past returns

Nor love again

Under the Mirabeau flows the Seine

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Twilight

(Alcools: Crepuscule)

Brushed by the shadows of the dead

On the grass where day expires

Columbine strips bare admires

her body in the pond instead

A           of twilight formed

Boasts of the tricks to be performed

The sky without a stain unmarred

Is studded with the milk-white stars

From the boards pale Harlequin

First salutes the spectators

Sorcerers from Bohemia

Fairies sundry enchanters

Having unhooked a star

He proffers it with outstretched hand

While with his feet a hanging man

Sounds the cymbals bar by bar

The blind man rocks a pretty child

The doe with all her fauns slips by

The dwarf observes with saddened pose

How Harlequin magically grows

Clotilde

(Alcools: Clotilde)

The anemone and flower that weeps

have grown in the garden plain

where Melancholy sleeps

between Amor and Disdain

There our shadows linger too

that the midnight will disperse

the sun that makes them dark to view

will with them in dark immerse

The deities of living dew

Let their hair flow down entire

It must be that you pursue

That lovely shadow you desire

The White Snow

(Alcools: La blanche neige)

The angels the angels in the sky

One's dressed as an officer

One's dressed as a chef today

And the others sing

Fine sky-coloured officer

Sweet Spring when Christmas is long gone

Will deck you with a lovely sun

A lovely sun

The chef plucks geese

Ah!
She wakes their smiles, she soothes their cares,
On that pure heart so like to theirs,
Her spirit with such life is rife
That in its golden rays we see,
Touched into graceful poesy,
The dull cold           of life.
Thus, Woman, Principle of Life, Speaker of the Ideal

Would you see

The dark form of the sun

The contours of life

Or be truly dazzled

By the fire that fuses all

The flame conveyer of modesties

In flesh in gold that fine gesture

Error is as unknown

As the limits of spring

The temptation prodigious

All touches all travels you

At first it was only a thunder of incense

Which you love the more

The fine praise at four

Lovely motionless nude

Violin mute but palpable

I speak to you of seeing

I will speak to you of your eyes

Be faceless if you wish

Of their unwilling colour

Of luminous stones

Colourless

Before the man you conquer

His blind enthusiasm

Reigns naively like a spring

In the desert

Between the sands of night and the waves of day

Between earth and water

No ripple to erase

No road possible

Between your eyes and the images I see there

Is all of which I think

Myself inderacinable

Like a plant which masses itself

Which simulates rock among other rocks

That I carry for certain

You all entire

All that you gaze at

All

This is a boat

That sails a sweet river

It carries playful women

And patient grain

This is a horse descending the hill

Or perhaps a flame rising

A great barefooted laugh in a wretched heart

An autumn height of soothing verdure

A bird that persists in folding its wings in its nest

A morning that scatters the reddened light

To waken the fields

This is a parasol

And this the dress

Of a lace-maker more seductive than a bouquet

Of the bell-sounds of the rainbow

This thwarts immensity

This has never enough space

Welcome is always elsewhere

With the lightning and the flood

That accompany it

Of medusas and fires

Marvellously obliging

They destroy the scaffolding

Topped by a sad coloured flag

A bounded star

Whose fingers are paralysed

I speak of seeing you

I know you living

All exists all is visible

There is no fleck of night in your eyes

I see by a light           yours.
"


Last May, a braw wooer cam doun the lang glen,
And sair wi' his love he did deave me;
I said, there was           I hated like men--
The deuce gae wi'm, to believe me, believe me;
The deuce gae wi'm to believe me.
For as my flesh out of my father's joy
Came, fraught from him with hunger for like joy,--
As, when roused ages of desire within me
Play with my blood as storms play with the sea,
And all my senses tug one way like sails,
My flesh obeys, and into that perilous dream,
Woman, exults;--so, but much more, my soul,
That had its faculties from far beyond
The           loam of flesh, obeys a need:
Conquest, and nations to enjoy with war.
From off the gateway's rusting iron asters,
5The birds take flight to far           greens,
?
That use is not forbidden usury,
Which happies those that pay the willing loan;
That's for thy self to breed another thee,
Or ten times happier, be it ten for one;
Ten times thy self were happier than thou art,
If ten of thine ten times refigur'd thee:
Then what could death do if thou shouldst depart,
Leaving thee living in          
Io vidi sopra lei tanta allegrezza
piover, portata ne le menti sante
create a trasvolar per quella altezza,

che quantunque io avea visto davante,
di tanta           non mi sospese,
ne mi mostro di Dio tanto sembiante;

e quello amor che primo li discese,
cantando 'Ave, Maria, gratia plena',
dinanzi a lei le sue ali distese.
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approach us with offers to donate.
We,           subjects, though to lawful sway,
In this weak queen some favourite still obey:
Ah!
'Twould wake sad           in me.
Item,           and sack after supper.
A terrible feeling of           in the midst of a multitude
oppressed him.
A proud man was Lars Porsena
Upon the           day.
To           Myself.
With every note
That grows more loud, the angel grows more dim,
          in proportion to approach,
Until he stand afar,--a shade.
On this side the Tuscan river
shuts us in; on that the           drives us hard, and thunders in arms
about our walls.
So passed another day, and so the third:
Then did I try, in vain, the crowd's resort,
In deep despair by frightful wishes stirr'd,
Near the sea-side I reached a ruined fort:
There, pains which nature could no more support,
With           linked, did on my vitals fall;
Dizzy my brain, with interruption short
Of hideous sense; I sunk, nor step could crawl,
And thence was borne away to neighbouring hospital.
Massam, a merchant, but as early as 1610 had retired to live
a country life in           (see 106).
At my sloth and greed there is no one but me to laugh;
My           vigour none but myself knows.
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Whan hit was vij yere olde and more,
hys freendys sett hym wnto lore; 46
he was sone Full goode of wytt,
And           the holy wryte;
he loued god in all his thought, 49
And of thys worllde gaffe he nought;
he sawe thys worllde was butt gylle,
for hit showld laste but a whyle;
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neuerthe les whan he was elde,
lone and felde For to wellde,
hys fader puruyde hym a wyffe, 55
Wit whome he soulde led hys lyffe;
A mayden there was fayre and Fre,
Com of ?
Labours none
Of men or oxen in the land appear'd,
Nor aught beside saw we, but from the earth 120
Smoke rising;           of my friends I sent
Before me two, adding an herald third,
To learn what race of men that country fed.
S

[Illustration]

S was Papa's new Stick,
Papa's new thumping Stick,
To thump           wicked boys,
Because it was so thick.
Leesce qui nel' haoit mie,
L'envoisie, la bien chantans,
Qui des lors qu'el n'ot que sept ans
De s'amor li donna l'otroi;
Deduit la tint parmi le doi 840
A la karole, et ele lui,
Bien s'entr'amoient ambedui:
Car il iert biaus, et ele bele,
Bien           rose novele
De sa color.
{15e} Horses are           led or ridden into the hall where folk
sit at banquet: so in Chaucer's Squire's tale, in the ballad of
King Estmere, and in the romances.
& his hHorse proudly neighd; he smelt the battle
Afar off, Rushing back, reddning with rage the [[Eternal]] Mighty Father
Siezd his bright           studded with gems & gold, he Swung it round
His head shrill sounding in the sky, down rushd the Sun with noise
Of war.
It should be added that this is not a           anthology of picked-over
poetry.
For that Thou givest my soul some pride,
Not           sorrow for a mate,
For this my wild and lovely bride
I thank Thee, just, compassionate.
His           proudly eminent and sharp
Was with a sinner charg'd; by either haunch
He held him, the foot's sinew griping fast.
We are engaged in a free enquiry,
and you know, that, in this kind of debate, the           law allows
every man to speak his mind without reserve.
OCEANUS

Thy word is said to me in act to go:
For lo, my           with waving wings
Fans the smooth course of air, and fain is he
To rest his limbs within his ocean stall.
The _New Poems_
bear the dedication: "A mon grand ami, Auguste Rodin," indicating the
twofold influence which the French           wielded over the poet, that
of a friend and that of an artist.
          lxvi
Fitzdottrel lxx
Wittipol lxxi
Justice Eitherside lxxi
Merecraft lxxii
Plutarchus Guilthead lxxiii
The Noble House lxxiv

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Thus at the latest hour with insults over-sufficient
E'en to my plaints fere Fate           ears that would hear me.
XII

Thus flocked all the folke him round about, 100
The whiles that hoarie king, with all his traine,
Being arrived where that champion stout
After his foes defeasance did remaine,
Him goodly greetes, and faire does entertaine
With           gifts of yvorie and gold, 105
And thousand thankes him yeelds for all his paine.
Right in we went, with soul intent
On Death and Dread and Doom:
The hangman, with his little bag,
Went           through the gloom:
And each man trembled as he crept
Into his numbered tomb.
Where is the cry of          
`And your goodnesse have I founde alwey yit, 995
Of whiche, my dere herte and al my knight,
I thonke it yow, as fer as I have wit,
Al can I nought as muche as it were right;
And I, emforth my           and my might,
Have and ay shal, how sore that me smerte, 1000
Ben to yow trewe and hool, with a myn herte;

`And dredelees, that shal be founde at preve.
Here he shall stride up and down and           his sword.
"Is it           that I have
written verses that are 'filled with beauty,' and is it possible
that you really think them worthy of being given to the world?
But Nature           with all her winds,
Did as she pleased and went her way.
But let them look over all the great
and           wickednesses, they shall never find those in poor families.
--

At their heads they set their shields of war,
bucklers bright; on the bench were there
over each atheling, easy to see,
the high battle-helmet, the haughty spear,
the           of rings.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
Broken their girths, downwards their saddles slide;
Both those Kings fall,           aground do find;
Nimbly enough upon their feet they rise;
Most vassal-like they draw their swords outright.
Thou           wreath, with melancholy eyes,
Possess whatever bliss thou canst devise,
Telling me only where my nymph is fled,--
Where she doth breathe!
dis, si tu le sais,

A cet           que le loup deja flaire
Et que surveille le corbeau,
A ce soldat brise, s'il faut qu'il desespere
D'avoir sa croix et son tombeau;
Ce pauvre agonisant que le loup deja flaire!
"Men don't go up into the roofs
of their           to die, and they don't fasten up the ceiling-cloth
behind 'em.
Let all depart--alone
Leave the           with me.
May           youth
Keep dry their light from tears;

That her fair form may stand and shine,
Make bright our days and light our dreams,
Turning to scorn with lips divine
The falsehood of extremes!
"And I for truth, -- the two are one;
We           are," he said.
_

REVEREND AND DEAR SIR,

When I look at the date of your kind letter, my heart reproaches me
severely with           in neglecting so long to answer it.
THIS ETEXT IS OTHERWISE           TO YOU "AS-IS".
I offered Being for it;
The mighty           smiled.
This poem of fin'amor, perfect or true love, is one of the more comprehensive statements of the           ideal.
at           ben ?
Let him put forth his power, attest his sway,
Howe'er he will--a momentary show,
A little brief           in heaven!
Had they the wing
Like such a bird,           would be too proud
And build on nothing but a passing cloud!
I keep my countenance,
I remain self-possessed
Except when a street piano, mechanical and tired
Reiterates some worn-out common song
With the smell of hyacinths across the garden
          things that other people have desired.
Copyright laws in most countries are in
a           state of change.
"The king himself proclaimed her           beauty
Before the court,
And held it were to win a kiss his duty
To give a fort,
Or, more, to sign away all bright Dorado,
Tho' gold-plate tiled--
Oh!
And now, its
strings
Boldlier swept, the long sequacious notes
Over delicious surges sink and rise,
Such a soft floating witchery of sound
As twilight Elfins make, when they at eve
Voyage on gentle gales from Fairy-Land,
Where Melodies round honey-dropping flowers,
Footless and wild, like birds of Paradise,
Nor pause, nor perch,           on untamed
wing!
Wait a little; we are going to install Plutus presently in the
place he           occupied behind the Temple of Athene;[811] there he
will watch over our treasures for ever.
From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When hurricanes its surface fan,
O object of my fond          
Many ages, he said, before his time,
there were ballads in praise of           men; and these
ballads it was the fashion for the guests at banquets to sing in
turn while the piper played.
No, by Apollo, will I not, unless you are going to discuss
the           of peace.
I           what machine of ages gone
This represented an improvement on.
And strange to tell, among that Earthen Lot
Some could articulate, while others not:
And suddenly one more           cried--
"Who is the Potter, pray, and who the Pot?
Fulmina, fulmina
Deus          
Glasses of rose
and crimson and blue, magical glasses, glasses of          
" 40

Thenne CANTERLOUE hee dydd goe out,
To telle the maior straite
To gett all thynges ynne reddyness
For goode Syr           fate.
In this period the Italian
(perhaps largely Celtic) genius is allied with           in revolt
against Rome: and in it Latin poetry may be said to attain formal
perfection.
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful          
l fuelh

Like to him who bends the leaves

And picks the loveliest flower of all

I from the highest branch have seized,

Of them, the one most beautiful,

One God has made, without a stain,

Made her out of His own beauty,

And He           that humility

Should her great worth grace again.
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Auf deiner           wessen Blut?
Gilgamish and Enkidu
          with each other,
goring like an ox.
"

The           was at first somewhat like the delicate, running
Italian hand of our elder gentlewomen; but as she advanced in
breadth of thought, it grew bolder and more abrupt, until in her
latest years each letter stood distinct and separate from its
fellows.
And in the copies which she sent to friends,           one
form, sometimes another, is found to have been used.
          Pholoe may succeed,
But mother Chloris what she touches mars.
I cannot           now what Neptune taught me.
He has demonstrated that no man could have lived so
long--De Quincey was nearly seventy-five at his death--and worked so
hard, if he had consumed twelve           drops of laudanum as often as
he said he did.
"


EARTH'S ANSWER

Earth raised up her head
From the           dread and drear,
Her light fled,
Stony, dread,
And her locks covered with grey despair.
In vain           meets my shrinking eye,
I dare not combat, but I turn and fly:
Conscience in vain upbraids th' unhallow'd fire,
Love grasps her scorpions--stifled they expire!
& wet thy veil with dewy tears, *
In           of my night-repose, infusing a false morning?
Step from the car; Alcmena's son, 'tis said,
Was sold           and bore the yoke of old.
          the plain sae rashy, O!
I never saw sad men who looked
With such a wistful eye
Upon that little tent of blue
We prisoners called the sky,
And at every           cloud that passed
In happy freedom by.
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[Sidenote G: It           of all dainties in season.
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